Cloud

By
David Jackson

You can be sure of one thing.
I won’t tell
you,
I won’t tell you to
Think about it.
I want you to
imagine
that you’re on a cloud. And you’re lying there on
that soft
soft
cloud,
And you’re lookin’ up at th’ other clouds and
you’re makin’ out
locomotion
and trains
and planes
and
indians.
As you’re lying there on that cloud
you don’t ask
how is it that I can lie
on this cloud
no
you just lean back
and look at the sky,
An’ you grab you a little piece of cloud and
you fluff it into the air and
it
disappears and
somehow
HOW
is not so important,
nor
WHERE, nor WHAT, nor WHEN.
That little piece of cloud over there,
I do believe!
Yes !
I think I see!
That’s what it is!

I can see the top of my feet
sticking out
of the cloud below me
and hanging in mid-air
because in our dreams we don’t need
gravity,
you see,
yes, in our dreams we can fly like
a bird
in the sky.